You don't come to faith through thinking. You can build frail palaces out of thought for a whole lifetime until one true feeling shakes its entire foundation. My mom says it was the moment when she gave birth to me and knew there was something bigger to life's design. I think I found it sitting beside the lake and knowing my veins were these roots and these roots were my veins. One true feeling creates a rupture underneath crafted patterns and rhythms until you cannot see your life through fractured lenses any longer and you know there is something more - it is not the same texture as a thought, it is not so brittle and passing, it is something deeper than your stomach, something that you would stake your life on. You want to cut through the clouds and see only with your heart from then on and so much of your old life reveals itself to be obstruction or derailment until you cannot fit into it anymore. I hope this plastic world becomes shoes too small to wear some day for all of us; but until then there are so many souls in boxes the size of pin heads and so many questions being satisfied with the wrong answers and there are so many forests that would love to welcome us home if we did not greet them with saws because our home needs us and we need our home but there is no way to know home until you feel it
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
